COTD

OMG! Which $500 car would drive in it?

no tire kickers.

Words are hollow. He hasn’t owned up to it, because he hasn’t taken any tangible steps to correct it. About the 3rd weekend, he needs to post a fire sale. Get rid of 20 cars to save 180. He states 2 things that I see:

Yes. And that’s pretty much the lowest level of care you can take of a vehicle.

Yes. PROPERLY collecting cars is an expensive hobby.

They expect to find $5000 cars for $500 and only finds $50 cars for $500

It’s called hording. It doesn’t really matter what the object is. It can be helped through therapy. This guy’s rusted 944 is another person’s Sept. 18th, 1974 Detroit Free Press - “but what if I need it someday”?!

Too much alliteration. Americana Racing? I’d love to come up with something that sounds down-home 1950's, and will help bring in a quality crowd.

If given the opportunity to cover this event like you had, there is no doubt in my mind that I would have gone full Hunter S. Thompson fear and loathing all over the UK. They would have found me camped out in a trunk 4 days after the event drugged and drunk out of my mind with 20 pages of jibberish from an old timey…

1st old guy was going to wear those pants anyways.

As for why. You have an F-150 with no engine or trans, a drivetrain from an aircooled VW sitting around, a weekend and plenty of beer. Meth

Thanks, I see the black nub now.

Yes, but “autopilot” doesn’t accurately describe what any current semi-autonomous system is capable of doing. They aren’t yet capable of reliably maintaining speed and bearing and it puts the user in jeopardy to suggest that they are.

DAMN YOU! Now all I can think about is a rotary powered 2CV.

I have no idea how old that poster is, or even if he’s from the US, so I try not to judge, but some people have no sense of history or interest in anything that existed or happened before their memory, or at least their birth. My ex-wife was like that. If I tried to show her or tell her about something that happened…

I’m sure the ad writers had a ball with this one:

On OUR estate, WE called it the Coach House...